I started working inbound, 4 am shifts a little over a month ago. At first, I was doing what I thought I would be. I put my hours requested for 20-24 hours a week, and started doing multiple 4 hour shifts every other day. It was great- get there early, leave the store at 8 when the store opened. Then, December hits. Immediately my hours are going up to an insane degree, working multiple 8 hour days as opposed to my 4 hour days. I am so fatigued by the end of my shift its insane. The other day, I had two team leads come and complain to me that I wasn’t moving fast enough for inbound- that I needed to be unloading Uboats in 20-40 minutes, tops. In my mind, I’m thinking, what the fuck? It usually takes an hour or longer for a large/filled Uboat unless its larger items. After the first team lead I thought it was fine, but when I had a second guy come, who started hassling me saying I needed to have a sense of “Urgency” and even TIMED ME on how long a flatbed would take to unload. They’re saying it should average 1 minute per box, so he gave me 25 minutes. I’m having to rush to even get this stuff in its place, not to mention the store was open at the time- having to not get in the way of customers. It was awful. He kept talking on the radio as well to check in on me, constantly keeping me moving. I can’t be walking around that fast all day or my legs are gonna give out.
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(0) My first time in retail in over 10 years was at Target. Never again. I got hired instantly because they were doing a hiring spree for Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and Christmas – and clearly stated: No one is allowed to take off. I didn’t mind and took the job for some extra money. Everything started off great. I was Inbound/SRT. 4 AM on double truck days. 6 AM on single truck days. Often times, I could get a little “over time” (we all know there is no such thing), especially on double truck days. On single truck days, they were more stringent about what hours you could work and tried to send you home early.
Well, I had entered the truck one day and figured I’d help someone. I had no clue what I was really doing, but I had just been pushing the boxes from the truck to the line. The girl I was working with, with a manish complex, was loading all the boxes on to the conveyor belt. She got a little backed up and busy and was helping the manager lift some stuff on to a pallet, so I figured I’d just keep the line moving and grabbed a few boxes from the truck. “Fucking get away, I don’t need your fucking help. Get the fuck off my line” is what I heard. I was new, so I was like, “Why is this bitch being so nasty to me?”
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